Crazy Seduction(erotica)

“UHHHH!” Carl gasped as sparks rushed through his body. He leaned back in his plush chair and enjoyed the residual tingles for a minute or so. When he was done, he focused his eyes on the tumbler and knew the realization of his dreams was sitting before him. If he got such a charge from a small mouthful of this blood, the power contained within the rest would make him… invincible!

Without a second thought, he lifted the glass to his lips and tossed the rest back in one swallow. His tongue licked the rest from the glass.

The sensation wasn’t sparks this time but a small nuke exploding in the core of his chest. Blind from the energy scouring him out from the inside, his arms and legs flung wide as he screamed silently, sliding to the floor behind his desk.

Terrified, his cheeks wet with tears, Carl struggled to hang on to his sanity while the flood of energy surged within. His extremities drummed against the floorboards, and this body shook violently.

On the count of three, he went under.

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Henry felt the rush of his movement around the planet suddenly stop. He found himself on the edge of a cliff overlooking the angry waves of the Atlantic crashing against the rocky crags of the north-western shore of Ireland. He paused as knowing exactly where he was in the world while traveling this way was a new and distinct sensation. He wondered if this was a wielder thing.

He put that aside as he was here to deal with Mab. She was fucking around with Wild Magic, trying to forcibly bend it to her will. That wasn’t working out so well for her. He knew the new magic could not be made to comply. However, it responded to invitations to participate quite well. That’s the best analogy he could come up with to describe the sensation of working with the Wild Magic.

He could see the microtears between the Earth and Eden opening and closing as pulses in the sky above. This was the damage Mab was inflicting in her tests. He reached out and soothed the rips until they settled and closed. He sensed larger tears as hot spots all around the planet. What the fuck was she doing? She’d made a mess of things!

Before him was the North Atlantic and a small island. Carrickhesk, his new geolocation sense, told him. He grinned at having this level of information available to him. It was so much better than relying on his memories of Geography Class in school.

The island was just an upthrust of rock in the cold waters, but Henry’s eyes saw what no Human eyes could.

Atop this rock balanced a five-story castle, the original of the one he’d visited atop the office tower in Manhattan. Surrounding this building was an energy shield to keep out… everyone. Mab had locked her castle down and wasn’t accepting visitors. Not from her people, who’d cast her out for breaking one of their society’s most intrinsic laws while at the same time putting the lives of the Fae at risk. Two unforgivable sins from their queen, so she was queen no longer.

She certainly wasn’t accepting visitors from the other Hidden Races, and that included him. Too bad.

He floated across the space between the shore and the outer edge of the energy field. She’d managed to do one thing with the Wild Magic. The dome around the castle was powered with it.

If he’d been more than just the energy of his mind, this would be as far as he went. Looking at the rooftop patio a short distance away, he pictured himself there, and he was. He moved to the glass doors and looked inside to the familiar bedroom where she’d tricked him into making a baby. He was inside the room before he knew what he was doing. Crossing that threshold, he felt a distinct ping from the old magic. He’d triggered an alarm, so he probably didn’t have much time.

Mab was aware she had a visitor.

He looked around and saw nothing useful. His eyes landed on the closet where she’d kept the feral Succubi twins. He smiled as he recalled how they’d bonded with him and turned on the mad queen. The closet door opened as he concentrated on it, but they weren’t there. He wondered where they were and if they were okay.

He spotted himself in one of Mab’s many full-length mirrors. In her castle, he was visible in his true form, but light passed through him as well. So, he couldn’t slip around unseen. So be it.

Henry paused to think. Where would he find information that might be useful? Maybe a map of the house to locate the dungeon where he suspected Nate would be chained up.

The Library.

That was two floors down. He remembered what it looked like, and he was there.

Nate dropped the book he was glancing through as he stared at the translucent presence of Henry. “Henry? You’re dead?”

“Nate!” he exclaimed with joy and moved closer but stopped when Nate stepped back. “I’m not dead. I’m just… visiting mentally.” He watched Nate’s expression close up. “What’s wrong?”

His expression broke. “VISITING!?!,” he screamed. “You’re not here to rescue me? She’s fucking crazy, and she tortures me for fun!”

Henry could see his friend was coming apart. It was almost guaranteed that he’d been exposed to some horrific shit. “I’m so sorry, Nate. We’ve been trying, but she locked her castle away from the world. I would have come earlier, but I didn’t have this ability before.”

“What ability would that be, Henry?” a cold voice asked from behind him.

Nate dropped to his knees, pressing his face to the floor. Shudders were going through his muscles, memories of the pain inflicted upon him.

Henry watched this as his rage built. He wanted to strike out at her so badly, but Nate needed him more.

“I’m sorry it took so long, Nate,” he whispered.

The floor beneath Nate opened, and with a squeak of genuine fear, Nate fell three feet face-first into soft red grasses.

Henry snapped the tear closed. It was so much easier now.

“NO! HE’S MINE!” Mab shrieked as she lunged forward from the doorway.

Henry gasped in agony as Mab drove a blade between his translucent shoulders. He tried to escape, but it felt like the knife was pinning him in place. He immediately began to feel a lethargy growing in his mind.

“If I can’t have Nate, you’ll have to do,” she purred, her unhinged mind flipping from rage to playfully homicidal seduction in an instant.

He felt her fingers changing their position on the handle of the knife as she moved around to his side. Turning his eyes, he finally saw her and sucked in a virtual breath as she didn’t look good.

Mab’s eyes were sunken and ringed with bruises. She obviously wasn’t sleeping. Her skin was pale, and her cheeks sunken. Maybe she wasn’t eating either. Gone was the glamor that made her look inhumanly beautiful.

“Fuck! You look like shit!” he growled.

She twisted the knife, and he gasped once more as another lance of agony shot through him.

“It’s this cursed magic! It’s so hard to make it do what I command!” she snarled.

Henry wasn’t about to clue her in on how to make it work. “Considering what you used it for the first time, I’m not surprised. If you had your way, you’d blow the whole world into pieces.”

She grinned maniacally at him. “That does sound delicious, but my subjects will first taste the fear and agony they deserve for abandoning me. Then they will die of a painful rot no magic or science can defeat. The spell is almost ready.”

“Why can’t you just accept you were a bad queen- Ahhh, fuck that hurts… and you deserved to lose your crown.” Madness flashed in her eyes, but he was in too much pain to care.

“Once I’ve punished my people, I’m going to turn my attention to your friends. I’m going to take them apart. One. By. One.”

“ENOUGH!”

Henry’s rage exploded, and everything around him flew outwards. Mab was thrown over a table and crashed into the chairs on its opposite side. She’d lost her grip on the knife when she was tossed away, and it fell at his feet. Fighting to get control over his emotions once more, he lifted the knife with his ghostly hand and felt the lifeforce the blade had stolen from him surge back.Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

He scowled at Mab, who was just now struggling to pick herself up from the ground. It was almost painful to see her like this. She’d once commanded awe and respect for being dangerously intelligent, wickedly clever, and highly skilled in all aspects of politics and magic. The long stretch of time or the failing of her magic must have eaten away that brilliance, and all that was left behind was the danger.

To Henry’s science-based mind, she was much like an aging nuclear warhead in an obsolete intercontinental ballistic missile. It’s usefulness, if it truly ever had any, was gone, and now it had to be carefully disposed of to protect everyone around it. He needed to drive this blade into her skull to end her reign of terror once and for all. This was likely his best opportunity.

His muscles suddenly spasmed as a shock went through his entire body. Everything went white.

Then he was looking up into the cold eyes of the doctor dressed in white.

“You’re back with us again. Good.”

Henry’s eyes rolled back, his exhaustion taking him down into restful sleep this time.

Something clattered to the floor, and the doctor frowned as she looked down at her feet. Her eyes widened in shock as ancient words of protection quickly slipped from her lips, their sounds twisting and evading comprehension. She bent then stood holding the handle of the dagger reverently as her eyes took in the etching on the blade.

“Mèirleach Anam,” she sighed, trembling with an almost carnal joy at feeling the heft of the weapon in her fingers. Her eyes moved to Henry’s face to watch him sleep.

Then she looked at the splash of blood on his chest where no injury existed. Where had it come from?

The doctor struggled to understand how this legendary blade came to be in the hand of a prisoner strapped down to a bed in her containment center. She was beyond frustrated that she wasn’t allowed to ask any questions about the prisoner. She’d just been told to keep him sedated.

After the explosion in the cafeteria, she’d checked on her patients. The two in the first two rooms were quiet, but she’d had to sedate the young man in room three as he’d become very agitated. Coming into room six, she discovered none of Henry’s sensor pads were attached as their adhesive had failed. Also, the monitoring machinery was dead. Then she noticed the patient’s breathing was very shallow, and his pupils were non-responsive once more. She’d had the orderlies bring in monitoring gear from the room across the hall, and she watched very carefully as they reattached all of the sensors. She ensured they did it correctly this time.

Then she began rebalancing her patient’s body chemistry to bring him to just under the consciousness threshold. When he started to spasm as if in great pain, she could see nothing to explain it on the machine, and blood appeared on his gown, but when she checked, there was no wound.